Children

My mom asked me a very interesting question the other evening on our way home.
She asked me "how was your childhood?".
I'm going to see a therapist soon.  I think maybe she was wondering if I consider her or my father (also known as my childhood) the reason that I need therapy.  It made me laugh to be completely honest and forthright.  Here's what I believe.  I wasn't beat as a child or abused.  So I don't consider my childhood bad.  But from birth to adulthood, what we perceive to be truth, is our truth.  In other words; just because your parents tell you that your memory of something is not correct, does not mean it wasn't your truth.  At that age, perception is reality.
Anyway, all of that to say that of course I have good and bad memories of my childhood.  Who doesn't?  I don't blame my parents for any of it.  The way I interpret actions presented to me, is my responsibility. There is something in myself that is experiencing an alternate reality.  I can't blame anybody for that.  Therefor, I sought help.  I need tools in understanding the way I function, and tools on how to function on a healthy level for my son and husband.
So yes I consider my childhood a good one.  We all have different ways of dealing with different things.  But when we turn 18, we can no longer blame our parents for all our problems.  Once we become adults it's time to take responsibility for ourselves and our impact on others.

I've got to say that I'm not entirely sure why, but I absolutely fell in love with this photo.
SO much so that I wanted to share it ♥